Reginald Goodridge

let me be honest
honestly love you
you who be inspiration
inspiration to fly
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Fumbling tasks to the left.
Replacing new mistakes for old.
Where have you gone?
How busy can you be?
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My light has been low
Low, so low, no glow
What shine, mine no more
Glimmer, gloss, gone, -noire
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Listening to their verbs
actions and their way
ways, many expressions
lazy, slothful; days
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if you want your children to shine
less home work, less english
more quality, more brilliance
try love, do you understand this
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rolling over with equisit form
yawning, gnawing, covered with warm
sentiments, nothing is complex
but all, very simple in context
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So the mountaiin greets me
Pleasantly every 24 hours
Just about when I'm turning over
Consumed by its massive green powers
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We are seldom together
Fighting time, responsibility
Slow years churn from quick minutes
Truly a miracle, we've found our commonality
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As you weild your cutlass
You smirk, you grip the handle
Slashing through emotions
My bones are cracked, to even the marrow
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Emeralds there

Jade to spare
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Please don't bury me
let my body burn
allow my carbon, electrons
free
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Because its a burning sensation
hot and raw, unabated
inflammatory with angry overtures
insatiable urges can't be satiated
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[smile]

back to back
khalouha
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They judged her with anger.
Spat on her humanity.
Called her vulgar things.
Questioned her sanity.
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It must be all that idle youth
with testosterone and estrogen booths
exstacy for exscape
excuses for rape
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Little one
with imagination
sagging pants
tripwires for laces
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That question comes up so often
From parents seeking grandchildren
Perspective lovers wanting commitment
Companies seeking long term employees
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They explain the most beautiful lies
corrupt our senses with emotion
where else in reality could wanting be so sweet
marketing young girls, fast cars, delicous foods
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And what a good day it was
I exercised my brain and will
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All around and under our noses
they linger
up and down the pavement
dirty fingers
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